A Little About Me:
Oh, here it is... the "let me tell you about me"
page. I
need to write something here, but not enough to let any cyber snoopers or psychos (and you
know they're out there) know many details about me, but
clever enough to keep your attention.
Tricky.... huh? Let me see....
think, think, think...

Okay... here goes at an attempt, and a short (generic)
version of the past 58 years of being me:

My name is Joanne
Kidd. (I'll bet you figured that out already.)
I'm the second daughter of a 6' 4" Texan father, and
beautiful redheaded mother. I had one older sibling--a
sister, who received the birth of me as a gift on her second
birthday and never once tried to return me for something
else. (That I know of)

Those tall genes kicked in early in my life, and before I
was out of grade school I was nearing the six-foot mark.

This
staggering ability to stand out in a crowd continued
throughout childhood.
I was awkward, I was towering, and you know I was a big ole
mark for being bullied - or at least that's what today's
term is for it. I came from an era where there wasn’t a lot
of attention drawn to that. The approach back then to any
whining about it was more like, “Toughen up, Buttercup.”
Learning how to act, react, and deal with people and
adversity was all a
part of life and building character. Little did I ever know
back then that I would draw on that lesson again as an adult. That encounter is
here.

Anyway, When I
eventually controlled my knees from knocking, I ended up
adapting quite well to my special gift of
al-titude - proving many a little-old-lady right after
listening to them tell me for so many years that one day... I would enjoy being tall.

I
was so fortunate to be able to grow up in world where you
could climb to the top of a neighbor's tree or get on your
bike and ride like the wind as adolescent therapy for having
to put up with a perfectly functional and loving family.
Whenever not pursuing this type of remedy, there was always
a good neighborhood game of kick ball or basketball being
played in our front yard where we could blow off some steam.
Life was simple ~ and life was good.

From pretty early on, I discovered that whenever I am thinking, creating, designing,
decorating, painting, gardening, renovating something, or
consumed in a project, I am at my happiest. I enjoy challenges, and whenever I look at something
that appears to be ready for the trash heap, whether it's a room, an old
piece of 60s
blue-painted furniture,
an overgrown and weed-infested garden, or even an entire
house - if I know there are possibilities of beautification,
I get an uncontrollable urge
to whip out my magic wand and pretty it up! While most women herd to the mall
in a ritual of gratification, I can usually be found at the
paint store, hardware, or garden department somewhere,
planning my attack. (I
have been known to spend hours at a time there!)

I am the mother of two absolutely wonderful and adorable
[now adult] daughters, and they
made my job of being their
mother seem pretty easy.
Both of my daughters are at the top
of the list as my
greatest
blessings in life, and
they have truly made this mom happy and proud!
(Okay, 99.9% of the time...)
They
have brought me joy
every single
day, and have become two of the most amazing women I
could've ever dreamed
they'd be.

I am married to my
soul man and best friend who makes me laugh every day. We met when
we were teenagers and then 28 years later we
found each other again. That is a sweet story in itself and can be
found
here.

I am thankful for
so much in my life, but something I am
thankful for
every day
is that my parents provided me with a solid and loving
Christian family foundation. They taught by example and set
the bar high. In looking back, I can fully appreciate
all their efforts, and also the fact that if one little
aspect had been different in my life, it could have changed
so much of what I hold dear and sometimes might even take
for granted.